This choice: The principal's polite young secretary steps into the room and spots you • Go Back...
Chapter #3
Tristan
by: Unknown
Terrified by the towering bully and his jerk of a father, you stumble backwards. Maybe there's another place you could go? However, your back quickly hit a wall. Strange that wasn't there before? What was it? Turning around, you discover that you've backed into the tip of a monstrous, shiny black leather loafer and a vast hand reaching from the heavens to nab you. Soon, the vast flesh was all around you as it yanked you body into the air and down into some kind of pocket.
"Umm... your papers as requested, sir."
You knew that mild, quiet yet incredibly posh voice. That was the voice of Tristan, the principal's secretary. Many a trip here had brought you crossing paths. You always thought he was a pretty cute guy. He was incredibly lanky, a fair way over 6 feet but his face was boy-like and always had a timid expression. He was incredibly neat, always wearing a perfectly ironed suit and immaculately combed brown hair.
"Well, bring me them." The stern voice of the principal beckoned.
The pocket started to fling you about as every step of your titanic captor caused his jacket to swing to and fro. The inertia you were feeling caused you to slip out of consciousness.
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